He was young but still he knew
He didn't learn like others did,
He thought that he was slow to learn
And just a different kind of kid.

His friends were close and many
But they all seemed to have a gift,
To remember what they learned in school
While the boy just stayed adrift,

Most kids gave their full attention
While the boy dreamed of other places,
He wished to be away from school
And the judgmental, staring faces.

with kidnapping little boy
ordered to suffer
life sentence without parole.

The deadly scourge of
one obsessive/compulsive disorder
nearly left me starving to death.

To feel the rhythmic pulse
Of the engines beneath our feet,
The heart beat of the mighty lady.
The smell of the salt air
In everything we touch,
Forever inscribed on our brains.
The rocking and swaying
Of the ship on the waves,
We walk with a swagger.

Dark
Scarey
Dangerous
A man so mean
Dark and full of hate
Afraid to face himself
Alone within his sick mind
Having no more remorse or shame
A darkened smile shone on his poor face
Before he was led to his resting place

I have
Swum in it,
Sailed on it,
Lived near it,
Gazed over it,
Dove through it,
Took fish from it,
Been drawn to it,
Been healed by it,
Made love beside it,

No wonder it’s so hard to leave it...

Helplessly falling,the blues had come calling
once again in her life.
No one to guide her, to simply stand by her.
In desperation she cried out.
But with patience she'd won as she stood
in the sun!
After many long years she was vìctor.
As she ran with her might into glorious ĺight
no longer would fear tell her future.

I am done walking the jungle
Like the pilgrim of the southern
On the pebbles of the river
Under the shadow of the trees
In comfort of the smelling grasses
That drenched with cow-dungs in the scorching sun
I rode the crest of the wave of the pleb,
When cloud overcasted
When nobody would give me a piggyback,
A ragtag boy singing alone,
Splashed the puddles and smashed down the weeds
When I ran like a late school boy.

GALLERY

Jagged pink lines of lightning
In a boiling sea of jungle green
Off-white smudges lie in wait
In a thin veil with a silver sheen

If there’s meaning, it is hidden
Proud never to be in plain sight
As the eye relishes every angle
Understanding left from right

All works hang there in silence
Each a portal to another place
For some, an undiscovered view
Presenting an unrecognised face

An urgent need for
awakening call
When a tragic event strike
this great nation across
with a horror disaster
of trembling in fear
In the midst of a crisis
On the day of 9-11-2001
A sudden stage attacked
with a devastating news
filled with a flood of tears
led to a mourning death
of many innocent lives
with the passing loss
to the verge of despair
No words could describe
the witnessing scenery
of the deep condolence
by the shattered dream
of the sorrowful memory

Authenticity,
kept me warm in a blizzard,
electricity, inside of me,
summoned by a strange wizard,
courses through veins, addiction has lost power, underestimate it and it steals your reigns, ingesting bittersweet and sour Memories.

Torrential downpour, leaves the soul melancholic, potential hidden in the core, subdued by the need to frolic

I don’t want to whine and cry, but I fear the moments when loved ones die, it reminds you of your own mortality, when you are pushed from all sides,
then your introduced to hollow reality